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"Lt Commander Jayne Williams, and Alicia Williams, involved in an apparent hit and run. We're still unsure of the cause of Death, Ducky's with them now." I watched McGee with interest describing the scene. He was holding back I could see that, the question though was why? It seemed unusually out of character for him, perhaps it was due to the fact I was 'looking over Gibbs shoulder.' I shook it off and listened.

"Mc Gee, take photos of the crime scene, Dinozzo check the perimeter for debree, Ziva talk to the witness's. "

It was a well rehearsed speech rolling smoothly off his tongue. I could sense yet more apprehension as I watched his team disperse.
He turned to me, catching me off-guard. "Jen why don't you see what Ducky's got?" I took that as an 'in' he was letting me take part, which sent shivers down my spine, and memories of past case's swirling round my mind.

I stood still for a moment taking in the apparent crime scene. A Black Chrystler voyager lay motionless at the side of the road. From looking at this angle, nothing seemed a miss. However when I moved a few feet to my right I could see that was not the case. The left hand side of the car had collapsed in on itself. The metal all twisted and bent, sharp shards of glass on the sidewalk glittered peacefully in the early evening sun.
I saw the look of confusion on Ducky's face as I approached. His curiosity was brightly emanating from his not so subtle stare.

"Ah director, what do we owe the pleasure?" Formalities, I hated that one of my oldest friends felt the need to address me by my 'job title' I realise it was out of respect, but it still niggled at the back of my mind somewhat.

"Ducky, it's Jenny today. I'm shadowing the team." I watched a small smile creep across his face, as if he knew I couldn't keep away that long. I had no doubt won him a substantial bet by doing so.

"What you got Ducky?"
I stepped closer to inspect the crushed car, I nearly jumped back in sheer shock when I saw the woman inside. I've seen a lot of dead bodies in my time, but this one shocked me to the core.

"Well Direc... Jenny, thirty-seven year old female, dead on arrival of EMT no foul play suspected at this time. Their injuries suggest they died on impact, this one is troubling me slightly." He pointed towards I small circular hole in the woman's shoulder. "As for definite cause of death you'll need to wait until I carry out the Autopsy's."

He rounded the car to the right hand side, and I saw the dishevelled and crumpled body of a child. My breathe hitched in my throat for the second time that day. You never get over the shock of seeing a small helpless child dead.
I stepped closer to Ducky as he inspected the child's body.

"She died on impact, it is unlikely she was wearing a seatbelt."
I looked on in horror at the child being stretched out in front of me, what an eerie similarity to someone I'd only ever seen photograph's off.

"Unsettling isn't it Jenny? I fear his reaction will be the same. I'm worried.." His words were cut short as Gibbs appeared.

"Anything bothering you Duck?" he asked while slowly surveying the car. Mr Palmer had by this time removed the bodies from the car and was in process of transporting the young girl into the van.

"Many things bother me Jethro, this one is particularly troublesome. Such a waste. I shall return to Autopsy and communicate my findings."

He turned on his heels at left, leaving me and Agent Gibbs standing alone.
I walked back around to the left hand side of the car, covering every millimetre, looking for a clue. I bent down above the wheel arch and noted some deep indentations then following them back to the point of origin.

"Jethro, it looks like this was the 'impact' point, see those small flecks of red, paint from the other car perhaps?"

He bent down to see what I was talking about, he was so close to me now, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as his breath hit my neck.
"yeah I would say so" he turned his attention away from the car and shouted to Tony; "Dinozzo get the car back to Abby's lab ASAP."

The team regrouped around the car, searching for evidence on the ground. We collected various sample's of the shattered glass, and twisted piece's of metal various receipts littered the ground, McGee bagged up the child's possessions.

This was the most crucial time in an investigation. "Process the scene thoroughly." I turned round from picking up a piece of glass and holding it up towards the bright sun, in hope of seeing something that wasn't supposed to be there. I could feel him watching me, I shifted my gaze slightly and caught his expression, his head cocked to the side staring at me with great interest. I got to my feet. "Right I think you three have got it, myself and agent Gibbs will.." I stopped right there, I was doing exactly what he warned me not too. Taking over. Our eyes locked for a second in battle and he finished my order.

"Finish processing the crime scene, Mc Gee get all the surveillance footage you can. Dinozzo check out that café for any eye witness's there has GOT to be someone who saw what happened here."

Typical Gibbs I thought, Just disappear and not tell the team where you are going, let the guess and leave them to finish.
"Where are we going?" I asked innocently, I knew fine well I was just trying to give him a little control back.
"I need a re-fill, then we're going to break the bad news to the next of kin."
Good coffee. I was in dire need of some especially since the surprise a poor unsuspecting family were about to receive, I had to be alert to there questions.

As we approached the car he threw the key's up in the air, no doubt exercising his dominance in the situation.
I lunged forward and upwards, plucking the key's out of the air. Our body's grazed as I made contact with the ground, slowly and painfully.
"You coulda just asked Jen" 'Yeah right' I thought.
"With you Jethro, it's never as easy to just ask." I opened the car and slid in behind the wheel. He jumped in the passenger side slamming the door. I watched him with interest as he positioned himself awkwardly in the seat. "You've never had much of a problem getting me to come around to your way of thinking before."

'Oh he wants to play this game does he?' I started up the engine checking the mirrors for potential dangers, I slid my hand down to find the stick and slowly pushed it forward. Perhaps too slowly, my right hand skirted so close to his leg I felt him shift his position slightly as I reversed. Then I pulled the stick down into drive hard and fast, I watched his reaction as my hand made an abrupt contact with his leg, his eyes were on fire momentarily, then I removed my hand and placed it on the steering wheel. After his earlier 'accident' 'Two could play at that game,' I thought.'

We rode in a peaceful silence, no words were needed between us two, the were insignificant. I could feel him stealing quick glances at me. I caught one of his glance's and said "Something on your mind Jethro?" He looked dumbstruck for a moment, before continuing to stare out of the window. "Just remembering the last time you drove us somewhere, as I remember we.." I cut him off cupping my right hand over his mouth slowly. That was one tale that I didn't need to relive at this particular point in time.

I had craved some form of contact from him for so long, I basked in the feeling of my skin touching his, perhaps just a little too long though. He reached up and unclasped my hand from his mouth squeezing it slightly. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held on tighter, bringing my hand to rest on his thigh. He held it prisoner there, his hand firmly clamped over mine, slowly drawing small circles with his thumb.

We reached the Coffee shop, and he grudgingly let my hand go, jumping out of the car. I watched him enter the busy shop, he would no doubt be out in a matter of moments.

What was he thinking off? What was I thinking of.. I don't know, his comments about the last time we were on a case together sent me back in time almost, I could see that particular incident taunting and teasing me from a distance, I reached out with my mind and grabbed it, my head swirling with pictures, thoughts, words and oh god touches.

I relaxed back into my seat and let the memories flow.

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The next part will focus on there time in Paris, the day before she left him.

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